It was a miserable, rainy day in London on 15 November 1939. Most of the city's inhabitants sat in their houses; children that usually were frolicking outside were forced to entertain themselves indoors due to the very heavy rain that drowned the city. Rain crashing down from the heavens filled the eardrums of most of London's population, except for the patients and workers of the Bethlem Mental Institute, where most of the rooms were heavily soundproofed and windowless.
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James Elliott was quickly apprehended by two co-workers Bethlem Mental Institute upon being discovered, masturbating in a bathroom stall. It happened barely twenty four hours ago. They quickly took him to an empty room, where he was greeted by an empty steel table and heavily soundproofed walls. He was wrestled onto the table, where a cute nurse helped the men strap him to the cold table. The nurse made quick work of his white dress shirt, colourful tie and grey dress pants via a pair of sharp metal scissors. James Elliott, a young employee who just started working at the institute as a cook in the staff cafeteria, was now degraded to a patient of Bethlem Mental Institute.
Though he was never in direct contact with any patients, he knew of the cruel conditions that patients of the mental hospital suffered through. They were seen as mere guinea pigs, and very few were treated like actual people. Screams of patients echoing through the cold corridors were a regular occurrence, and the few patients he had seen from afar looked exhausted and some were badly bruised or injured as they slowly lumbered through the halls dressed in their hospital gowns. He had heard stories in the break room of the five "disciplinary chambers" where patients were brutally beaten if they misbehaved.
The pretty young nurse inserted a large black ball gag into his mouth and fastened it tightly behind his head. Then, she left him and left the room with the two other men. James was left, strapped to the table in nothing but his underwear and socks, desperately fighting his bonds and screaming through the large black gag in his mouth, which did a great job at muffling any noise that attempted to escape his mouth.
Eventually he fell asleep as he started to realise how helpless he was, and lay in complete isolation for a long time before he was woken up by the clicking of heels against the cold tile floor of his room. It was the nurse from earlier, and in her hands she clasped a clipboard. She looked down at him, her face bearing a disgusted expression as James desperately looked into her green eyes. The nurse placed the clipboard against the wall before walking around the bed and starting to wheel it towards the door frame. James was rolled through the corridors of the Bethlem Mental Institute until the heavy steel bed came to a stop at the end of a hallway, at a door with the words "Dr. T. Edwards - Clinical Sexologist" on it. He watched as the young nurse opened the door before rolling the bed inside and leaving him in the room as she closed the wooden door behind her.
James visually inspected the room all around. In the far left corner he saw a wooden desk, decorated with a glass vase containing three pink flowers. Then, there was a red psychologist's sofa in the far right, where another flower pot was placed on a wooden table next to it.
In the corner of the room where James was laid though, there was a medical instrument trolley stationed in front of the steel bed, along with a row of white cabinets similar to those you would find in a hospital examination room. Finally, a tall wardrobe stood a bit further along the wall the cabinets were placed.
Not long after James had started examining the room, the door opened and a pretty woman in her mid-30's strode in professionally. She slid off her red cashmere coat and placed it across a coat rack positioned next to the door. The woman wore a usual Bethlem nurse's uniform, a black knee-length dress covered by a white apron. Her strawberry blonde hair was cut into a professional bob style, with a fringe hanging close to her eyes. Her shapely legs that were only visible from under her knees were covered in sheer white stockings and her feet were encased with black, polished Mary Jane shoes with a two inch wedge.
Theresa Edwards was a plump woman, a professional clinical sexologist. She was 35 years old and had worked at Bethlem for about five years after finishing her sexology degree along with a psychology degree and a nursing degree. She was a very strict and classy woman, unmarried and living alone in a one bedroom house located a few blocks from Bethlem. Theresa had rushed to get to Bethlem after receiving a call from Nurse Carmen Lacey, reporting a young cook who was caught masturbating in the bathroom. She suspected a case of nymphomania, her favourite disorder to treat.
"James Elliott," she said, her voice loud and clear, yet inaudible to anyone outside of the room thanks to the soundproofed walls. "You were caught masturbating in the men's room yesterday afternoon. It is my job to diagnose and treat this very naughty disorder that you clearly have."
She ran her hand through James's soft, dark blonde hair as she visually inspected the bound and gagged boy in front of her.
Theresa took an identical pair of large, metal scissors the nurse had used earlier and proceeded to cut James's Jockey underwear in half and slipping them from his skin. James hated this. His expensive work clothes were simply cut off him the previous day, and now his underwear, exposing him fully to the pretty doctor in front of him. James's flaccid penis jumped out at Theresa as she discarded her patient's underwear in a bin next to the bed.
Theresa then reached into one of the cabinets above the bed and took out a box which she reached into and took a pair of white latex examination gloves from. The pretty doctor slipped them onto her soft hands with ease and also took a bottle of KY lubricant which she used to liberally coat her gloved right hand.
"I'll start off with a normal rectal exam," she said as she placed the lubricant on the tray.
She placed her left hand on James's stomach and brought her other hand to his anal opening, which she started to coat in lubricant. The sensation of her finger circling his hole made him squirm in his bonds and she knew about the lovely feelings he was experiencing. One of her favourite procedures was the rectal exam, violating her patients' most private area with her fingers, seeing them squirm as she felt around in their backsides. She could bring a man to orgasm just by stimulating their prostate with her middle finger, and it brought so much pleasure to her.
"Relax your bottom for me, James," she cooed as she circled his anus gently. "This won't hurt a bit."
James gasped for air through his large gag as Theresa's long, cold middle finger penetrated his rear. Soon, the doctor was knuckle-deep in his behind and she felt the walnut-sized bulb of tissue, his prostate. Theresa started to massage James's prostate with a "come here" motion of her middle finger. The nineteen year-old moaned as the stimulation started to overpower him and his penis jumped erect almost immediately. The sensations James was experiencing became more intense as the smiling doctor added a second finger to his prostate. His sphincter was very tight and had obviously never been penetrated before.
The doctor continued with the ruthless stimulation of James's prostate gland for about two minutes as the boy's moans turned into aroused screams of pleasure, muffled by the instrument stuffed in his mouth. She was delighted with the reaction it had warranted from her patient, as he fought his bonds and squirmed at the erotic attack being launched on his backside. As James's scrotum retracted and the signs of his nearing ejaculation became obvious, Theresa removed her fingers from his tight hole, leaving James with a strangely empty feeling. She walked around the bed where she discarded her latex gloves in the same bin his snipped up underwear was now located. The doctor bent over him and slowly unfastened the ball gag from behind her exhausted patient's head.
"Did that feel good, honey?" she asked with a slight smile on her face.
He didn't speak, but just nodded breathlessly.
"You are quite tight down there," she said, reaching into the cabinet once again and removed a phallic glass object, about three inches in length. "I am going to insert this instrument into your rectum in order to dilate it a bit so I can examine you a bit easier next time."
